Roses

Roses A Poem by debileah

He bought me a dozen long stemmed roses.

They came in a crystal vase.

Holy moses!

You should have seen the look on my face.

He bought me a diamond engagement ring.

it was in the early spring.

For my birthday he gave me a single rose

dipped in twenty-four karat gold.

When he asked me to marry him, I said yes I would.

I broke up with him a week later, thought he understood.

I got cold feet I guess.

Turned out to be another mess.

For I am a widow you see.

And my heart is not yet free.

I still see him now and then.

He is my friend.

Seems though when he is with some else.

I find myself getting jealous.

For he would have given me a good life.

Had I become his wife.

What kind of fool am I?

To let my ship pass by?